Stamina

Pink and red and green and blue,

Vibrant lights decorating the dance floor - an impulsive rainbow.

Carefree belting till my lungs run out of air,

Rebellious laughter flying across the room, mixing with music like an explosive fanfare.

But the final, Plagal Cadence comes sooner for me than for you.

Exhaustion, premature, pushes me down with a weight I just can't fight through.

The joy around me is foggy, and my eyes want to close.

It's early for the night, but late for my soul.

I really, really need to go home.

Why can't I stay out as late as you?

Party till closing time, wander home at dawn, with you?

Where do you get your energy? What do you do?

And can I have a little?

What is your secret? I honestly have no clue.

It's embarrassing, when I fall asleep in the corner of the bar,

When I can't physically lift my limbs to vibe or to dance.

When I cut my night short, get an Uber home, and curl up in bed.

I'm ashamed of myself - why couldn't I have carried on instead?

The next morning you all nurse hangovers -

Sore heads and bleary eyes.

I nurse regret -

A sore heart, and teary eyes.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Why can't I keep up?

Should I fight? Or accept my destiny.

The one who always gives up.